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  “Oh, by the way.” His actions at his house earlier popped back into my head. “Thanks for correctin’ your Mawmaw. You know, about me being a strawberry blond.”

  “Can you tell me the difference?” Avery asked as he pressed his legs together, holding my foot still.

  “It’s a stupid quirk of mine. I don’t like being called a red-head. I got teased somethin’ fierce as a kid, so I prefer bein’ called a strawberry blond,” I confessed. “But it meant a lot to me that you remembered.” He gave me a small knowing smile and I eased up on the toe-jacking so we could eat the rest of our meal. He was easy to talk to, even though I think I dominated the conversation. He listened and added his two cents in here and there, but mostly he listened. I wrinkled up my nose. “I’m not lettin’ you get a word in edgewise am I?”

  “Nah… you’re fine, Martin.” Avery just smiled then signaled for the check and paid it when it arrived, despite my protests. “I don’t mind, ‘cause I’m not a much of a talker. Daisy was the chatterbox and Peg’s got her gift of gab.”

  “He’s very well behaved. More so than my Poppy. She’s a handful at times,” I grumped. Poppy had a particularly demanding week and I was happy to hand her off to her mom.

  “She looks like you.” Avery reached over and took my hand. His long fingers traced circles on my knuckles and I swallowed. Who knew knuckles were so erotic?

  “God help her, I hope not,” I murmured. “She’s pretty, like her mother.”

  “Her daddy’s pretty handsome himself.” His smile widened.

  “You don’t have to flatter me to get into my pants, Avery. You’re gonna get lucky tonight.” God, I wanted him something fierce.

  “Not blowin’ smoke. I think you’re gorgeous and I’m definitely the lucky one.” He looked directly in my eyes. “A good lookin’ man like you could have any guy, but you chose me.”

  “Are you crazy?” I spluttered. “Do you know how hot you are? You have that whole sexy, cool daddy thing goin’ on.”

  “Now you’re joshin’ me.” He waved off my compliment with a chuckle and I shook my head in disbelief. He really had no idea how gorgeous he was. He stood up and blatantly rearranged his junk down his right leg. My mouth almost watered. His cock had tasted so good the first time I’d blown him and I craved more. “You said somethin’ about dancin’?” he said. The glint in his eye told me he knew exactly what he was doing. He held out his hand and I took it. I gasped as he pulled me to my feet with surprising ease.

  Why had I suggested dancing? Oh yeah, to get my hands on him.

  I led him out of the restaurant and we walked the three blocks to Deme’s Song. Deme’s Song was a mixed club of straight and gay where you could dance with anyone and not worry about getting any crap for it. Tonight a local singer, Marbella Estevez, was performing. She had a jazzy, R&B flavor I loved that was perfect for slow dancing. I paid the entrance fee which got me a scowl from Avery, but I pointed out he’d paid for dinner.

  The music was already weaving its spell in the club as we entered. Couples swayed as Marbella blazed her way through her latest set. She and the band were in one small corner directly across from the bar. I nudged Avery and we elbowed our way to the bar and bought two beers. We found a table in a corner near the dance floor and sat down. The dark club smelled of alcohol and sex and my body hummed from a combination of the music, the booze and rubbing up against Avery.

  He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I turned to watch him sip his beer. He put it down and dipped his head so that his mouth grazed mine. His lips were cool from the beer and a shiver ran through me as I tilted my head back and opened my mouth in invitation. A low rumble rose from his chest and his tongue delved into my mouth. The hoppy tang of beer and the wonderful flavor of him invaded my taste buds. I deepened the kiss and sucked on his tongue. Warm and thick, it flicked around my mouth sampling the taste of me.

  I melted as he crushed his mouth to mine. His beard scratched my chin and cheeks, and I was in Nirvana. Our lips slowly parted and I opened my eyes to see a thin strand of saliva connecting our lips. It broke and I gazed at his red, swollen lips. His pupils were blown wide and I swallowed slowly. I had never had such a powerful attraction to any man until I met Avery.

  “Dance with me, Avery,” I whispered into his ear.

  He nodded, so I stood up, pulling him with me and led him onto the black and white checkerboard dance floor. He swung me around into his arms and my legs intertwined with his. We swayed to the music, bodies molded together. His hands dropped lower and wrapped around my waist, mere inches from my butt. I slung my arms around his waist and tucked my face next to his. He smelled so good and being in his arms felt so right. His body emanated a soothing warmth and it was intoxicating. All I was aware of was Avery and time drifted away as we slow danced and I lost myself in his warm embrace. I dreamed of feeling like this. To be held by strong arms and be the center of a good man’s attention. We swayed to the music, keeping time as Marbella sang set after set.

  Eventually, his lips brushed my temple and warm breath fanned my ear.

  “Martin… take me to your place.”

  His voice thrilled me and my knees almost buckled. This whole evening had been a study in foreplay. I could tell he knew what he was doing. He honestly wanted me—Martin Gaither. I kissed him softly and tugged him toward the exit.

  The drive to my place was silent, the air around us charged with anticipation. I was about ready to explode by the time I parked the car. We got out and he followed me up the porch steps. The creak of the front door as I opened it was followed by the scuffling of our shoes on the hardwood floor. I paused to turn on the light, but found myself roughly pushed up against the now closed front door.

  His hands yanked my shirt from my pants and slid beneath the fabric, caressing my skin. I moaned into his mouth and he sucked the sound into his lungs. He pushed my legs apart with his knee and pressed his groin to mine. I felt the hardness of his shaft against my thigh. Hunching down, he cupped my ass and kneaded my flesh with his palms. My head swam, my breath came fast and he kissed my lips numb. Eventually, he broke the kiss and touched our foreheads together. His dark gaze highlighted in the moonlight falling through the glass panel at the top of the door burned into me.

  “Bed, Martin,” he whispered harshly and I weakly complied.

  The steady clomp of his boots on the oak floors echoed in the darkened house. I never flicked on a switch, so all I saw were shadows cast by the moonlight through the windows. His steady breathing was moist and warm on my neck as I led him into the bedroom. I turned around into his arms and his roving hands stopped.

  “Strip for me, Martin.”

  The command sent shivers down my spine. I nodded jerkily and stepped back. My hands shook as I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it to the floor. I toed off my sandals and fumbled with my jeans, my hands unsteady.

  “Leave your underwear on.”

  Another command—Fuck!

  I paused for a heartbeat then shucked my jeans, kicking them to the side. I stood there, my skin covered in sweat. Avery moved closer to me and he reached out to brush his fingers over my straining cock. He ghosted them along its length and I whimpered as he gave me my next order.

  “Take them off… slowly,” he ordered.

  I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and inched them down, bending so I could step out of them. I held my breath, and my briefs, unsure what to do next.

  “Give them to me.” Avery held out his hand and I passed them to him. He turned them over in his hand and brought them to his nose. I swallowed hard as he inhaled deeply then exhaled on a long sigh. “Delicious.” He sniffed them again and let his hand fall to his side, still clutching tightly to the fabric. “On the bed. On your knees.”

  I scrambled to obey and yanked the duvet off the bed. I chucked it unceremoniously to the floor and crawled onto the mattress as instructed. I trembled in anticipation, straining to hear him.

  The rustle of clothing followed by
the clunk of his large belt buckle told me Avery was naked! The floorboards creaked and I jumped as his hands touched my burning skin. His fingers roamed over my thighs and up toward my ass as he traced lazy patterns on my quivering flesh.

  I moaned when his lips replaced his hands and he scattered kisses along my left cheek. When he pressed his face onto my ass I could’ve sworn I felt him smile. I held my breath and my entire body spasmed as his tongue touched the top of my cleft and worked downward. He licked long lazy swipes across my skin, which goose bumped as he made his way closer to my hole.

  Unable to hold back any longer, I cried out as he pointed his tongue and probed my ass. My body opened up to his ministrations and his tongue dove deeper inside me. His hands gripped my thighs tightly and his beard chafed my ass.

  Fuck!

  I was as hard as a rock and dripping profusely. I glanced down at my cock and saw the moonlight glint off a single lengthening strand of pre-cum. I shuddered and it swung like a pendulum from the aching head.

  Avery’s hands moved up from my thighs, spread my ass cheeks wide and devoured me. I moaned, cried, whimpered and chanted oh fuck, oh fuck over and over. Whenever I tried to move he would growl and strengthen his grip on me. If I tried to touch myself he swatted my hand away and I sobbed in frustration.

  I slapped the bed in anguish as he moved away from my ass. But gasped when he gave my balls a wet lick and continued to kiss his way down my thigh. Avery’s mouth was everywhere. He kissed and licked the backs of my knees, my calves and the soles of my feet with his warm tongue. I was a mess. My breaths were short, my pulse raced and I was covered in sweat.

  He moved away again and I cried out for his touch. Avery chuckled darkly and I heard the snap of a cap lid. It sounded like a gunshot in the room. Moments later his fingers returned, slick with lube. He must have brought his own supplies, because I hadn’t shown him were I kept my stash. Tracing circles around my pucker, he tapped it gently and slowly slid his finger into me. My body resisted for the briefest of moments then yielded. He gently pressed deeper and I screamed out in exquisite pleasure as he found my prostate and massaged me from the inside. He inserted another finger and my hole burned as it stretched to accommodate him.

  “Open up for me, Martin.” He punctuated the remark with a light slap to my ass. I did as commanded and humped back on his fingers. His pinky dusted across my tight sac and I lost it.

  “Damn it, Avery! Fuck me, already!”

  “That’s what I wanted.” His laughter was dark and sensual. His rough hands moved away and I heard the crinkle of a package being torn open. I stilled—show time!

  When his hands returned his left one pulled my right cheek away, exposing me, and the blunt head of his cock touched my entrance. For a Nano second I was sure I’d clench up but no. As he pressed forward my muscles opened and in one long, slow thrust Avery buried himself balls deep into my channel. My ass burned with the stretch and I shifted to accommodate his shaft. Avery didn’t move, his breathing ragged. Testing a theory, I squeezed his prick and he swore under his breath.

  “Fuck, Martin. I can’t hold still any longer. Are you ready?”

  “Do it!” The pillow muffled my reply, but he got the gist.

  Avery pulled out slowly. I felt every ridge and vein on his shaft until he held just the head of his cock inside me. He angled up and thrust back in, nailing my prostate. I screamed into the pillow as electricity shot through my body. He gripped my hips as he built up his rhythm and fucked me deeply.

  It wasn’t long before the motion of our bodies synced up and I was arching my ass up to meet his erection. Drops of his sweat rained down on my back and the air reeked of man sex—intoxicating! I inhaled and reveled in the musky scent of our sweaty bodies. He sped up his thrusting and soon the smack of flesh on flesh rent the air. Avery didn’t just piston in and out, he rotated his hips to give me short jabbing thrusts. Then he alternated between long dicking and pulling out completely, only to plunge back in. Man, he fucked me good. He fucked me until I was a babbling mess under him.

  Avery reached down and pulled me flush with his body while I was still impaled on his cock. I craned my head and kissed him sloppily as our lips met. Our tongues dueled and he pinched my left nipple, which made my ass clench which, in turn, made him moan. His long hair had come loose from his bun and hung past his chin in damp tendrils, tickling my face. He sucked my ear lobe and murmured against my skin.

  “I’m gonna come, Martin, don’t touch yourself. You hear me?” he snarled.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded. What the hell was he playing at? He pushed me back down onto my elbows to the mattress, grabbed my hips and pounded into me. His thrusts grew erratic and he stiffened.

  “Fuck!” he bellowed and slammed into me as deep as he could go. He held me still as he came and I could feel each pulse of his cock while my ass spasmed around him, milking him of every last drop. Shuddering, he rode out his climax and my body screamed for release.

  Without warning he pulled out, grabbed my thighs and flipped me on my back in one smooth motion. I cried out as he grabbed my sticky, aching cock and swallowed me to the root. One long draw on my cock was all it took and my throbbing flesh expanded, my balls drew up and I came in his greedy mouth. Tears wetted my eyes as the intensity of my climax shattered my tenuous control. My whole word had become a pinpoint surrounding my dick. Avery suckled, ran his tongue down my shaft and drank everything I had.

  How long he sucked on me, I don’t know, but it felt like forever. I shook as I lifted my head and watched as his lips molded to me as he swallowed my load. He slid his mouth off my cock and smacked his lips then shifted to the left and crawled up next to me to take me into his arms. Avery kissed me softly while his hands roamed over my belly and touched the tip of my tumescent cock. I quivered uncontrollably. My cock was super sensitive and my body was spent.

  “Wow… that was… you’re… wow.” I fumbled over my words.

  My throat was parched and I cleared it. He dipped his head and kissed me again then eased out of bed and padded out the door, only to return a few moments later with a glass of water. He handed it to me and I greedily gulped it down, quenching my thirst.

  “Thanks,” I said breathlessly. “Guess you found the kitchen.”

  “Yup.” He replied.

  I handed it back to him and he took a long drink. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and I was captivated by the sight. Setting the glass on the nightstand he crawled back into bed and we laid there, sweaty limbs entwined. Lazy kisses and intimate touches were exchanged and it was wonderful. I half expected him to fall asleep or worse, have him jump up and want to leave.

  “Better now??” Avery’s voice was low and I nodded. “I was worried,” he murmured. “You look… tuckered out.”

  “I am!” I looked at his shadowed face. “I’ve never come so hard.”

  “Hope you liked what I did,” he said. “I haven’t been with someone in over a year and was worried I might be kinda rusty.”

  I stared at him in disbelief. “That was rusty? Holy crap.” Even in the shadows I saw him smile. “I have to ask one thing though,” I said slowly. “What did you mean when you said ‘That’s what I wanted’?”

  His finger grazed gently along my jaw. “I wanted to see if I could make you lose control. To see if could get you to curse.” He kissed my jaw then nipped it and I shuddered.

  “Meany,” I protested, albeit weakly.

  “Mad at me?” Avery asked as he kissed along my jaw and neck.

  “Heck no!” I shot back. “Avery, that was intense…” I trailed off as my body started to respond to his kisses—despite only just having come. I groaned as my blood headed south.

  “It was,” he agreed. “You were so responsive.”

  “I like a dominant man.” I ran my hands over his thigh until I touched his sticky cock and found him half hard. He hissed as I stroked him. “I want to see more of you, Avery.”

  His silence made me ner
vous and I was about to say something when he spoke. “I’d like that, Martin. But I have one stipulation.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I can’t ever back burner my time with Peg. Can you handle that?”

  “Sure.”

  Where was he going with this?

  “I want you to spend time with him, too.” His tone was earnest. “I don’t want you and me to be only sex. If we’re gonna keep on datin’ I have to be open and honest about you with him.”

  “If I can expect the same of Poppy from you.” This wasn’t going to be one-sided. I expected the same from Avery.

  “Deal.” He leaned in and kissed me for a while then grumbled against my lips, “Um, if you keep touchin’ me I’m going to want to fuck you again.”

  “I was hopin’ you’d say that.” I rolled him onto his back and straddled his thighs. With a wicked grin I leaned down to lick his neck. His beard was damp and musky, and I inhaled deeply. He moaned low in his chest and stroked my thighs. The night was young and Avery Myer was insatiable.

  *

  A week had passed since mine and Avery’s explosive first night. We met once, on Wednesday, for a quick lunch and a dirty make out session in his jeep. I couldn’t get enough of the man.

  Avery and I had decided to take the kids to Zoo Atlanta and I was a smidge nervous. It would be our first outing as two families. Poppy was thrilled, she loved the zoo and she also liked Peg. The question was, would she like sharing me with Avery and Peg? Spinning my wheels, I called Nan and asked her to come over, because I wanted to bounce the whole thing off her and get her opinion. Poppy was back with her mom and Matthew so I was alone for the evening.

  Nan showed up on my doorstep around seven. Dinner was in the oven. I had made ziti and started some laundry when she banged on the back door. I motioned for her to come in. She opened the door and joined me in the laundry room.

  “Hey, sis. Dinner’ ll be ready in fifteen minutes.” I dropped a kiss on her cheek.

  I emptied my laundry basket into the washer, dumped some powder in the machine and spun the dial to start. I hate doing laundry. I’d rather clean a toilet, mop a floor or hand wash dishes than do laundry. In the washer, out of the washer, in the dryer or out on the line—yuck. It’d be easier just to buy new clothes each week. Yes, I’m that anti-laundry. My siblings didn’t mind doing it growing up, so I traded other chores to get out of laundry duty. Nan eyed me curiously.